Ah, the innocense of youth. My teenage daughter is into a lot of things important to adults too: Doing well, being liked, being online, dressing nice, fashion, keeping fit and healthy.
Lately she’s also into keeping warm. The reason has a name: January. Instead of dressing with a large eye to just the right look, driving her sister and me to head-shaking frustration when packing “suits” as opposed to merely clothes, she asked – pleaded – to have me knit her woollen socks.
Always happy to comply with such wishes I asked about colour. I like colours and share this feat with her sister to the point of being willing to fasten extra ends for the pleasure of seeing a pattern grow.
But no, she’s still a fashionista. It had to be:
A single shade of grey.